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lirik lagu lil wayne - so good

i’m as real as they come, i follow the rules
i’m still in the hood but i probably should move
made enough money, i don’t f-ck around
i just felt they needed me, so i stuck around

feds got my man, sh-t is real son
’cause my god son just became my real son
think life is a game but all you get is a turn
you live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn

kush in the air, i’m pushing the gears
love turned into hate, hate turned into fear
if it ain’t right, i don’t sign the deal
shoot me in the watch, i got time to k!ll

gasoline, propane, ain’t no salary cap in the dope game
ain’t no collective bargaining on cocaine
so in other words n-gga, do your thing

mind in one place, heart in another
please pardon my brother, he’s just angry at you n-ggas
who don’t have your heart in your rap sh-t
and got too f-cking comfy, ’cause we still f-cking hungry

young money, got the munchies
faded, f-cking faded, oh yeah i’m f-cking faded
they telling lies about me, oh yeah i must’ve made it
rikers island on this flow, eight months for that pistol

but at least they had some bad b-tches working in that sh-t hole
ah, three visits later, i went and did it major
so f-ck the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
watching all these kids who thought they had it figured out
and then november came, they let my n-gga out

stop playing, i ain’t with that bullsh-t
n-ggas act like b-tches. shanaynay, oh my goodness
this is wayne’s world, and y’all are just some tourists
give me three wishes, i wish, i wish, i wish, you would b-tch

brand new p-ssy, p-ssy good as baby powder
two glock forties, n-gga you got eight problems
swimming in the money, i’mma need some f-cking goggles
it’s better to give, but we don’t give a f-ck about ’em

i just came home, sh-t then got real hoe
lil weezy-ana, the boot n-gga, steal toe
i ain’t working with a full deck but i deal hoe
i just touched down, kick the motherf-cking field goal

talking ’bout baby money? i got your baby money
kidnap your b-tch, get that ‘how much you love your lady’ money
i know you fake n-gga, press your brakes n-gga
i’ll take you out, that’s a date n-gga

i’m a grown -ss blood, stop playing with me
play -ssh0l- and get an -ss whipping
i think you p-ssy cat ha, h-llo kitty
i just throw the alley-oop to drake griffin

i lay ’em down, tempur-pedic
this sh-t’s a game of chess, you n-ggas think its cleavage
its young money, yeah ’tis the season
i give you the business, b-tch this a business meeting

my n-ggas hungry, my b-tches greedy
will i die a bl–dy murder? dear mr. ouija
n-gga, i’m straight, my girl a f-got
potato on the barrel, pop pop tater salad

- lirik lagu lil wayne

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